The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…The cauldron sat nearby, its gentle hum a comforting presence. It hadn’t made a cake, not the kind Scotty had planned, but it had helped him create something even better. Something that had brought joy and laughter, and a healthy dose of glitter. Scotty looked at Sparky, his face smeared with honey and berry juice, his tail wagging a mile a minute. He felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of contentment and accomplishment. He might not be the most traditional witch, and his cauldron might be the most mischievous, but together, they were creating their own kind of magic. And it was, Scotty realized with a happy sigh, absolutely purr-fect.